In terrorist type negotiations, the alien has finally relented on the coffee issue. Seems a fair trade for the multitude of lbs I packed on this week.
I am the mayor of struggle city lately. I am lucky I am not on bed rest but the exercise ban is really getting to me. The hormones are going more crazy. The good news is I am liking veggies and fruit again (still can't do tomatoes). In the OC disorder, I got the taste for the freshly squeezed OJ thanks to Johnny G. I didn't really drink oj before but now I must have it all the time, and it must be freshly squeezed. Had to invest in a new kitchen appliance as a result of this.
Anyway, it occurs to me that Garfield is getting a twist of the Lois Lane with the daily need for freshly squeezed OJ and meat (although I prefer pork and turkey to cheeseburgers). Luckily I have a Clark Kent (usually) willing to oblige the weirdness.